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wilderlogs2018-03-28 09:31 pm
loadme) wrote in wilderlogs2018-03-28 09:31 pm
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I think the most important skill in life is being able to fake confidence. [OPEN]
Who: Monika & You
What: Resting, Scrounging, Practicing
Where: Throughout Melai Temple
When: Early in their stay
Warnings/Notes: Nothing as of yet!
[Near the campfire at night.]
[It's a moment where she's finally able to catch herself for what feels like the first time in a while.
She's tired, so tired.
Both physically and emotionally.
And it shows in her demeanor as she continues to just blankly stare at the fire in front of her.
The fire feels warm and relaxing, its bright flame so full of color, like everything else in this world. It helps Monika fall asleep. Everything goes dark as as she eventually nods off.
Sleep only last for a few minutes, though, as she gasps and wakes up. She looks around, confused and disoriented. Expecting to see something different.]
Did I just...?
[But no, it was all the same from before.]
Oh, sorry.
[Checking out the bedrooms]
[What she really would've liked at this point was a change of clothes. There wasn't anything wrong with her school uniform, aside from it being a little dirty. But it really wasn't the kind of clothing she wanted to wear for a grand adventure!
Monika looked about what she assumed were living quarterss, but there really wasn't much left that she could use.
The clothes that were left behind were just no good.
Defeated, she leaves the room and sighs.]
Christ, why is it so hard to find a decently sized skirt?
[Looking for volunteers]
[Monika was up and walking throughout the temple, looking to be in better spirits than before. At least, that was the image she was presenting. Inwardly she was still tired and confused, but at least keeping herself busy would also keep her distracted. Right now, she wanted to get a better handle on what it was she could do now.
The voices in her head (again, not crazy!) had told her that she'd have special powers or weapons now, or nothing at all! Weapons wasn't it, and she strongly hoped that there was something now, especially to make up for tripping over herself when running away from the Wheelers. Fortunately for her, she could feel that something.
It was hard to put into words. But there was this... sensation.
Of something she needed to do.
But for that, she needed a volunteer.]
Um, hi! Are you busy right now?
If you're not, could you give me a hand with something? I'm trying to figure out how my new powers work.
[The hard part wasn't the approach, but rather what came after.]
What: Resting, Scrounging, Practicing
Where: Throughout Melai Temple
When: Early in their stay
Warnings/Notes: Nothing as of yet!
[Near the campfire at night.]
[It's a moment where she's finally able to catch herself for what feels like the first time in a while.
She's tired, so tired.
Both physically and emotionally.
And it shows in her demeanor as she continues to just blankly stare at the fire in front of her.
The fire feels warm and relaxing, its bright flame so full of color, like everything else in this world. It helps Monika fall asleep. Everything goes dark as as she eventually nods off.
Sleep only last for a few minutes, though, as she gasps and wakes up. She looks around, confused and disoriented. Expecting to see something different.]
Did I just...?
[But no, it was all the same from before.]
Oh, sorry.
[Checking out the bedrooms]
[What she really would've liked at this point was a change of clothes. There wasn't anything wrong with her school uniform, aside from it being a little dirty. But it really wasn't the kind of clothing she wanted to wear for a grand adventure!
Monika looked about what she assumed were living quarterss, but there really wasn't much left that she could use.
The clothes that were left behind were just no good.
Defeated, she leaves the room and sighs.]
Christ, why is it so hard to find a decently sized skirt?
[Looking for volunteers]
[Monika was up and walking throughout the temple, looking to be in better spirits than before. At least, that was the image she was presenting. Inwardly she was still tired and confused, but at least keeping herself busy would also keep her distracted. Right now, she wanted to get a better handle on what it was she could do now.
The voices in her head (again, not crazy!) had told her that she'd have special powers or weapons now, or nothing at all! Weapons wasn't it, and she strongly hoped that there was something now, especially to make up for tripping over herself when running away from the Wheelers. Fortunately for her, she could feel that something.
It was hard to put into words. But there was this... sensation.
Of something she needed to do.
But for that, she needed a volunteer.]
Um, hi! Are you busy right now?
If you're not, could you give me a hand with something? I'm trying to figure out how my new powers work.
[The hard part wasn't the approach, but rather what came after.]
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[Monika smiles and doesn't seem none the wiser.]
The individual faces were a little blurry for me, but almost everything else was pretty visible. Still I'm pretty pleased, and it's all thanks to you.
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You going to try it on anyone else?
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I hope there's more that I can do. Just seeing someone's memories doesn't seem all that helpful.
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Or if you need to get information out of someone.
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[She's got such a stellar track record already.]
That other option sounds like it could contribute more, though.
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Maybe, but you sound like you have more experience in this. Plus, I'm not very intimidating to begin with.
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[Seriously, the gap between being a smalltown beat cop and saving the world is becoming more apparent by the hour. He feels like he's watching a train he's supposed to be on recede into the distance.]
But you're right you ain't intimidating.
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[You can only go upwards after you've hit rock bottom, Dixon.]
I wouldn't have felt like a very good club president if my members thought I was intimidating.
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President of a club? What kind of club?
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It sounds pretty boring to most people, but it was... A special place to me.
I loved it very much.